Having struggled with the lurking dagger of being a Velominada this season (certainly in terms of my overall participation in this discussion of the finer points of being a Cyclist) a good debate, sparked by a controversial post from a Keeper, has roused me from my slumber.

Indeed, I let the thatch grow during the dark months of winter, whilst…

The Blackbird (2014 Cervelo R5) flirts dangerously close with, perhaps even crosses, the divide with its very large downtube. Although I suppose I’m just trying to justify why my current road stable of N+1=1 isn’t ugly because it certainly isn’t as beautiful as the bike above. @EBruner‘s Colnago even had me utter an “Oh Shit” out loud, in the…

Patience fellow Pedalwan, patience. Don’t be too keen to engineer a situation in a race unless you’ve got a team to work for or to work for you. Take time, and a few early races, to read the field; watch how others ride. The patient warrior waits for the opportunity but is always preparing and ready for its arrival.

Seconded. The rider – culpable. The owner of the bike – culpable. The mechanic – culpable. The parents – don’t even get me started on the misguided path that must have led to two, TWO, of their children heading down this path.

Having done “the full Superman” over the bars I can attest to the value of wearing gloves. Removing them and stuffing them into the jersey pocket for the pending climb, however, feels right, and makes the bike lighter.

I have a fair amount of confidence in my ability to dress and undress the upper half of my body whilst riding a bike, but the idea of removing anything below my waist while turning the cranks is a skill that, presently, escapes me.